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Drakkon Whitestream
Turf Overlord
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Join date : 2011-06-29
Age : 29
Location : Team Aura Estate, Trainer Turf
 | | Subject: Blade of Maglara Fri Jul 08, 2011 1:49 pm | |
| Yes... This is a pokemon forum, but I wish to show you all another side-project to showcase my regular writing... Here is the prologue... - Spoiler:
My snow-white plumage, tainted by dying shadows, turned a vicious grey. Once a
divine blade, my hallowed corpse then withered, forsaken by all…
Choking grey mists flowed, feeding on impurities with its steady hand. Gods abandon me,
uncaring and immortal, but that matters not… For I defy ‘truth’, always in flux
and unsure, to choke them with death!
Defy monochrome, for they are linear and never adapt. One true color flows
throughout this shattered world, and that is dead-grey! Let my mists consume
all of your impurities and make you alive!
I am the shadow, the blade of my master. My name was Natan…
Cloaked in dead-grey wings, I answer to a new name.
The Inquisitor.
Now, I will recall my grim past and endeavors... So, please take a seat...
And here is Chapter I - Spoiler:
Darkness and light mix in this world that I tread upon. A world where a fallen avenger such as I thrives in its twisting shades of uncertain grey… A world where angels fear to tread for sanity’s sake and demons pose as normal men while weaving their toxic machinations into the collapsing empires that are blind to their hidden discord…
A world where blades are traded in for personal machinery and loaded guns in order to make their conflicts supposedly simpler and instant. But, steam and metal never will pierce my shielding cloak of wicked mists as I purify this world and begin my new reformation as its sole missionary…
With my allies’ prayers, I will finally be able to force my way back into the heavens and paint the zealous kingdom grey with dread and despair as those who have forsaken me finally get what they deserve. Only then will I be truly free…
But, in order to spread my words, I must adapt and manipulate myself for this cruel world… Good thing the grey mists are my true weapon and molds to my will. And my will requires it to form itself into bullets for my personal handgun. Bullets that can wither away a man’s soul with a single shot…
With my newly-armed gun and my trusty weapon of judgement, a wicked blade I refer to as Mist’s Desire, slung on my back, I walk through the shadow-stained streets grazed by a faint wind forged from the lingering essence of shattered dreams until I reach a faintly-lit tavern that seems busy with quite a varied attendance. Whatever… Until the time comes for me to stain them all with grey, every petty life in that tavern is irrelevant.
However, as I enter the establishment, a beautiful woman dressed in a fine crimson silk dress beckons me forth to her table. Interesting that a complete stranger would be so sultry with her new clients... Seems almost like she is trying to twist me around her little finger. No matter… Even if she is, it will never work. I have seen woman a thousand times more beautiful than this wretch in my line of work, so I am unfortunately quite numb to such limited mortal beauty…
However, I still approach her and say with a sigh as I outstretch my hand, “Good afternoon. May I ask who you are?”
The woman’s fiery orange eyes burn with passion as she replies with glee, “Let me introduce myself. I am Lady Claudia Shadowhorn, heir to the military organization known as the EAC, or the Ebony Armada Coalition. But, before I tell you of my intents, may I ask for your name in return for you knowing mine, kind sir?”
I reply with a chuckle as I produce a cigarette and begin to smoke it, “Natan Ebonhawke. Also, I think I have heard of the EAC… Some of their units helped me and the townsfolk of Vesania Town fend off the alien invasion in its countryside a few months ago.”
Claudia chuckles with amusement as she says with intrigue, “Oh? Interesting. Looks like you should be more than capable for this support mission then…”
My foggy dead eyes focus their gaze on Claudia as I reply with intrigue, “Oh? I am listening, so please tell me what you and your forces require of me…”
Claudia cracks a slight smile as she pulls out a scroll and says as she unravels it, revealing it to be a wanted poster of some ugly, scar-faced man by the name of Joel Blackwood, “I wish for you to eradicate this man. He is known to be a leader of the SWC, or Shattered Wing Company, which is an organization known to traffic demons. It is even rumored Mister Blackwood is a demon himself, which would explain why my men are so reluctant to attack the SWC warehouse just a few miles away. But, you know how the old saying goes. If you cut off the head…”
I then reply with a chuckle as I bow with respect, my still-lit cigarette in hand as I exhale its grey remnants unto the clean air to shroud me as I took my leave from the tavern, “The body withers away. I shall accept this mission of yours, Miss Shadowhorn. However, know that I have my own way of doing things, so please let me work under my preferred conditions and I will make sure this scoundrel will soon breathe his last breath…”
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The forgotten roads glisten with the hopes that were dashed under their watch, and although they are dyed an uncaring monochrome, they reflect in the moon light the ugly carmine tint of long-dried blood. Such an unseemly sight… But, under my steady hand, I shall transform carmine to dead-grey and turn the lingering despair into dust that will soon be erased by the winds that grace these dark realms…
And once that is at last withered away, everything will fade to grey.
Before long, I spot my prey, but something seems…off. No matter. Whether or not he is mortal, this will be his end.
I mold the grey that shrouds me into ethereal wings reminiscent of my past. But these wings are even more graceful than even those, as they are harbingers of my vengeance and the remnant of the agony reflected through the dulled faces of my past foes.
However, as I begin to close in, Mister Blackwood exclaims with glee, “Ah. An angel of vengeance, eh? Have I sinned that much in this mortal shell?”
I reply with a frown as my dead eyes glare at their prey, “Look again. I lack the snow-white plumage of an angel, for my feathers are dyed in the chroma that taints this foul world… The uncaring neutrality of grey…”
Mister Blackwood chuckles in glee and replies as his eyes glower with malice, “No matter what you are, I will eradicate your filth from my sight and dye this ‘grey’ of yours in pitch-black as I rip those wings asunder!”
I unsheathe Mist’s Desire as I exclaim with glee, “So, Lady Shadowhorn was correct… Looks like this fight will not bore me then…”
Mister Blackwood’s visage quickly becomes more and more hellish as he exclaims with a jagged smile, “You seem confident. Such foolishness will get you killed, you know…”
I reply with a chuckle as I conjure a shroud of my grey mist to protect our clash from wandering eyes, “It is not foolishness, Mister Blackwood. I merely have gauged your strength and know that I am many cuts above thee… Now, I am intrigued how you plan to infect me with your petty monochrome, being as much of a low-grade demon as you are. Scum like you should stay where they belong, you know…”
Mister Blackwood replies with a frown as he conjures up a lithe rapier and points it at me, “We will see about that… Now then… Show me that you aren’t all talk and give me a good show!”
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| | | | Drakkon Whitestream
Turf Overlord
Posts : 203
Join date : 2011-06-29
Age : 29
Location : Team Aura Estate, Trainer Turf
| | Subject: Chapter II Tue Jul 19, 2011 11:08 am | |
| Now... Chapter II - Spoiler:
Mister Blackwood lunges forth and leaves a small cut on my cheek as I attempt to evade his attack.
He then proceeds to lick the blade as he exclaims with glee, “Not fast enough, apparently…”
I reply with a chuckle as mists knit my cut back together, “Merely a scratch is still disappointing… No matter… Your soul is still impure, even by demon standards… Do not despair though… You will soon be painted the most precious grey, even down to the ichor that you call your blood that runs through your hell-woven veins…”
Mister Blackwood replies with a frown as he points his blade downwards, “You are more of a fool than I thought… Must I show you the reason for my company’s name? Come to my aid, spirits of the damned! Bring an end to this foul effigy held aloft by impure angel wings in the name of the Dark Triad itself!”
Suddenly, many spiritual figures coalesce into a single hellish figure that lets out an unearthly bellow as it attempts to bash me into a pulp with its hulking fists.
As I evade its attack, I rend it asunder with Mist’s Desire as I exclaim in a mocking tone, “A hellspawned colossus?! Is that really the extent of your power, Mister Blackwood? Or is the fun just beginning?”
Mister Blackwood replies with a scowl as he begins to cough up blood from the summoning’s backlash, “You are quite decisive… And you are on an entire other league from what I have seen before… The colossus usually resists pure divine vengeance… What ARE you?!”
I reply with a chuckle as mists begin to swirl around Mister Blackwood, “I was once an elite angel of vengeance, one who once headed most of the top missions from the Divine Counsel itself. But, divinity is obsolete in this age of fools and corruption… So I turned to a more…suitable benefactor. My divine strength soon was painted grey with obscure knowledge and cryptic truth, and for once in a long time, I was finally the exemplary avenger of the heavens. However… The heavens saw me as impure and unclean, so I was…fired…should I say, and I have been conducting my own brand of righteous vengeance upon fools like you ever since…”
Mister Blackwood’s eyes grow wide with fear as he exclaims in agony from the grey mists strangling him, “So…you are…not an angel?”
I reply with a sinister grin as I put out my gun and fire a lethal shot of right into the demon’s cranium, “No. I am the Inquisitor, and this is my divine edict!”
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As Mister Blackwood’s corpse falls to the ground, the mists quickly begin to feed off of his fleeting spiritual energy, and soon after that, the body begins to corrode and dissolve under the mists’ acidic fangs…
You should be joyful, Mister Blackwood… You are being put to good use…
You have achieved what many will soon desire to become.
You have been painted thoroughly grey…
But, the sepia scenery is not complete yet, and never will be.
Not as long as I am the artist that holds the paintbrush, rather than one who is the centerpiece of the painting…
But that time will come one day.
And when that day comes, I will welcome it with open arms…
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As I make my way back into the tavern, I notice that the place seems to be empty except for Claudia and the bartender, who was nonchalantly wiping down the bar-counter as he whistles carelessly…
Claudia then shouts impatiently as she signals me over, “Mister Ebonhawke! Over here, please…”
I make my way over to the table and as I sit down in the rusty chair, Claudia exclaims with a sultry chuckle as she rests her chin on the back of her hand, “So, I am guessing the mission went well...”
I reply with a slight bow, “Yes. And even though your fears were confirmed, he was not that much of a challenge and his ace-of-spades even was no match for me… Now, do you have more for me to accomplish, milady?”
Claudia replies with a chuckle as she cracks a slightly amused smile, “You seem eager to aid me, Mister Ebonhawke… Very well. I do have an idea that will be beneficial for both of us…”
I reply with slight intrigue as I grin with amusement, “Hopefully it will be something different than simple slaughter… Though if that is your need, I will not mind…”
Claudia replies with a chuckle as she picks up a glass of red wine that glistens in the early morning light, “This coming night, House Cassis is holding a Black Rose Ball… It allows each attending house representative to bring one person along with them… However, my husband will be busy with…work, so I would like you to accompany me so that I may introduce you to the other houses and get the word around about your…efficient work. Who knows? Fate may throw us all a interesting curveball as well… House Cassis IS famous for having some over-the-top events, after all…”
I reply with a chuckle as the morning sun graces my dull skin, “I will look forward to it… Now, to find some noble wear…”
Claudia replies with another sultry chuckle as her eyes narrow with glee, “Oh, do not worry, my grey rose… If you come to my estate in a few hours, I will have my servants fit you into a suit worthy of the gods!”
Oh really? I would like to see that…
I then exclaim with a sigh as I begin to take my leave, “Ok… I shall do as such… I look forward to seeing what these servants of yours can cook up on my behalf…”
However, if they are the ones who designed Lady Claudia’s wear, I have no doubts that my suit will be impeccable and will be a worthy substitute for my cloak...
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As I arrive at the Shadowhorn estate, I am met by a trio of stone-faced maids who say in unison as they begin to drag me by the arm, “Come with us, Natan-sama… We will fit you for your order as soon as we can. But until then, bear with us…”
I reply with a chuckle as I crack a slightly satisfied grin, “Such efficiency you Shadowhorn servants seem to have… Not even an introduction?”
They then glare at me with annoyance and reply as they begin to take measurements, “We are the Amethyst trio… Our names are Mirako, Rikako, and Toshiko... We once had one of the most elite tailor shops in Sankan. However, when Lord Shadowhorn approached us, he made us an offer we could not refuse…”
I then reply with a chuckle as they finish their measurements, “So, you fine ladies are from Nek… Rumors are about an entire other level of divinity over there… Something about the countryside being attacked by some eight-headed demon-serpent that is much alike the legendary Hydra from our own myths… Guess you gals do not have to worry about such horror any more…”
They reply with a playful chuckle as they begin to swiftly weave together multiple shades of fabrics on a loom of gold, “Do not underestimate the Shadowhorn household… Or any noble household for that matter, Natan-sama. The four houses have stood strong for many years because they are quite crafty and choose only the best for their personal allies…”
I let out a hearty chuckle as I reply with glee, “Personal allies such as me? Whatever… Miss Shadowhorn has given my dull grey life a path to follow for the moment, so I shall take any opportunity I can get to spread my own influence around this tormented world. Now, about my suit…”
They reply with synchronized grins as they give me a thumbs-up, “Do not worry! You can go wait in the guest room while we finish the order at hand. You just finish whatever preparations you need, Natan-sama!”
I reply with a nod as I make my way through double golden doors into the mansion’s main hall, “Of course… If you should see the Lady before me, tell her that I am grateful for this opportunity and I will be sure to serve her the best I can…”
However, what my skills will be required to do is still a mystery… As is the identity of whoever is truly pulling the strings. Then again, I do not know there is even the possibility of one, even though the events of recent are too ironic to not have been arranged by some mastermind…
Then again, I am no simple pawn. I am a king of the highest degree, and I think that the chess-master that interferes with this fate of mine knows that… However, I think I know what he needs me for now…
I will be the one who brings about the final checkmate.
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